Tuesday, February 28, 2012

This Might Be the Saddest Post Ever. But it Ends Well. I Promise.

Since the girls have gotten a little older, we have decided to dedicate a couple nights a month for special "date nights" with them. I get one. And the lucky one gets to go out on a date with their daddy.

Since Chloe is the oldest, she was up first for a date with Jason. I have never seen her more excited about anything. Except for cupcakes and birthdays. But who can blame a girl?

When they were ready to go, I grabbed my camera and headed to the front porch for pictures of the two of them. I totally thought that Stella wouldn't care; honestly, I didn't think she knew what was taking place. I was slightly wrong. What happened next was unexpected and completely broke my heart. 

In the words of Stella.
"Hey, guys. I guess I didn't hear mom say that it was time for pictures before date night. That's okay. I can open the door by myself." 

"I'm not wearing pants, but who likes wearing pants on date night? Not me, that's for sure. And who cares anyway. I get to go on a date with my daddy!" 

"Let me squeeze myself in here." 

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm not supposed to be in this picture?" 

Me: Because you're not supposed to be in the picture. *This is where I started crying.* 

"Why am I not in the car? I'm not going!! This is why I don't have pants on!!!!" 

"I. Want. to. Go." 

That was actually what she was saying when the picture was taken. Jason's expression sums up exactly how the both of us felt. And by this point I could barely pull myself together.  

But once we both recouped, we headed back inside and life resumed as normal. Except for that she played with every single toy she wanted to play with, completely uninterrupted. This is a rarity.

By this point I think she was starting to like this one-on-one thing. 

We went to Coolgreens and had an awesome salad and pizza. 

Which really isn't considered fair when Chloe and Jason went to Gatti's Pizza

But we had a great time. I love spending time with this girl. She is just the sweetest little thing.

And sneaky. She totally snagged a piece of pizza to-go and I had no idea until we were in the car. Sneaky I tell ya. Sneaky. I'm keeping my eye on this one.

Eventually we all met up at our regular ice cream joint, Braum's.
And I was back together with my silly-smiling little girl.

And Stella was right where she wanted be.

Right next to her daddy, on date night.

I promised it ended well.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Playing Favorites.

Chloe (my little precious, puddle of love) told the cashier at the grocery store today that I'm her sister.

She's now my favorite daughter.

Stella (my precious, second puddle of love) has a lot of work cut out for her.

If you want to work your way to the top, repeat after me, Ms. Stelly Belly:

My mommy is my sister. She looks so young and will forever be mistaken as my sister. I would never want another mommy, even if at one point she said I was her second favorite. She is so young and beautiful, that young and beautiful sister of mine.

When the (male) cashier asked me if I really was their sister I said,

"Will you marry me?"

*Insert crickets chirping.*

Apparently he wasn't such a big fan of my jokes. To set the record straight and to put an end to the massive awkwardness happening between us, I meekly said,

"Yes. Of course I'm their big sister."

He looked at me as one does when they know without a shadow of a doubt that they are being lied to.

*And those crickets kept on chirping.* 

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Forgotten Birthday

When I was pregnant with Chloe and found out that her due date was March 1st, Jason said, "Well there goes my birthday."

And when I was pregnant with Stella and we found out that her due date was February 15th, Jason said, "We'll never celebrate my birthday again." 

It shakes out like this:
Stella's Birthday- February 10
Jason's Birthday- February 21
Chloe's Birthday-March 9

For me, the cluster of birthdays has made my life a lot easier, for one reason alone--

I get to leave up the birthday decorations for one whole month, with a valid (okay, it's really  and totally inexcusable) reason. 

If you know me, I like to procrastinate about taking down decorations. 

You don't even want to know how long I kept up our Christmas tree. 

See, look at this picture. I didn't forget his birthday at all. I would even like to say that I decorated for his special day. Even if it was first intended for Stella. Look at all of her his cards!

I let the girls pick out cards for him this year. Stella picked out Belle. And apparently Jason is her "granddaughter".

And Chloe picked out a Tinkerbell card for her "best girl friend". 

I chose one that talks about peeing your pants. Something. is. wrong. with. me.

All in all, I think he had a great birthday. Even with his girly cards and leftover decorations. 

Eventually we left the fairy princesses behind and celebrated with a proper birthday dinner. We had so much fun... 

 He wouldn't let us sing Happy Birthday so I embarrassed him the best way I know how. 

With photographic proof of my dorkiness.

Jason, your birthday is not forgotten. You are the best husband a girl could ask for and I'm more than happy to celebrate birthday, after birthday, after birthday, after birthday, with you.

Even if I do weird things to embarrass you.

Even if I use leftover decorations and fairy princess cards.

Even if I post your birthday post, one day late.

I love you.

Happy Birthday (yesterday)!

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Wherever You Are, my love will find you

Stella's birthday went off without a hitch. We had a blast celebrating her special day. And even though all went as planned, there were several funny (and embarrassing) happenings throughout the day.

And I'll save those for another day.

Until then, I leave you with this picture. When I looked at this, all I could think of was an excerpt from a book I read them often.

In the green of the grass...in the smell of the sea...in the clouds floating by...at the top of the tree...in the sound crickets make at the end of the day...

"You are loved. You are loved. You are loved," they all say.

-Wherever You Are my love will find you, Nancy Tillman.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Happy Birthday, Stella!

My sweet Stella turns two today. I can't believe it. It feels like just yesterday....okay, I had to pause to wipe away my tears. I'm just so proud of this little girl. She has brought more joy and laughter into my life and I'm so thankful for her. 

Stelly Belly, we love you so much. You are so independent, so sweet and so hilarious. Your sister says to me all the time, "she's sooooo funny." And it's true. You have brought more light into all of our lives and everyday with you is a day that is precious. We love you. We are proud of you. And we love watching you grow up. Just stop growing up so fast, okay? 

Happy 2nd Birthday, Stella Elizabeth!

Friday, February 3, 2012


This weeks has been so busy. It has felt like Monday turned into Friday in the blink of an eye. Luckily, I printed off about 100 princess coloring sheets and it has kept the girls super occupied. I mean...for like  an hour at a time. I love it that something so simple can keep them thoroughly entertained.

Even if it means that Chloe has had ample time to perfect her "gothic princess" motif. According to this almost-three-year-old, princesses must have their eyes, hair and part of their clothes blacked out. She only added the bright colors to keep her mommy from calling a psychiatrist. 

And Stella just loves to color. 

Everything. Including her princess camera bag. And the table. And the walls. And her face. Whatever.

If it keeps them entertained. And gives me a chance to get a few things done.

It works for me.

Hope you have a great (rainy) Friday!